Football Fish Part 2
Waves flush my face.
I can’t go to sleep without thinking of
what comes after and what happens during.
I can’t stop crying and I can’t sleep, either.
I wish I were a football fish,
lightbulb atop my head forever.
Guiding the way for me no matter
how dark it gets underwater.
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